Page 27 of So in Love
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Oh my God, his tongue is like velvet.
And his body was granite.Everywhere they touched, Crystal felt the power of his muscular frame—a frame she recalled quite well from the other night.Incredible biceps, outrageously defined abs, and an ass that just wouldn’t quit.Whatever the hell that meant.
She clutched at his back, pulling him against her as the intensity of the kiss pulsed through her.His hands squeezed her waist as his hips rotated into hers.She felt the hard length of his cock through their annoying layers of clothes.Moaning, she lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his hips.
He cupped her ass, lifting her while leaning into her at the same time.The pressure of him between her legs sent sparks shooting through her.She closed her eyes and saw white light behind her lids.
The elevator chimed, and Jamie pulled away.His lips were wet, his cheeks flushed, and his pupils dilated with sultry arousal.
He took her hand and tugged her forward.Her legs were like jelly but managed to propel her from the car.He turned and hurried along the hallway.Once they reached his door, she fumbled in his coat pocket for a set of keys.They jangled as he found the right one and slid it into the lock.
Still holding her hand, he pushed the door open with his free hand.“After you.”
She didn’t let go but walked over the threshold.As soon as she was inside, she turned.He barely had the door closed before she shoved him up against it and kissed him, her mouth open and hungry.
He dropped the keys to the floor and cupped her head, spearing his tongue into her mouth.She pushed his coat from his shoulders.He shimmied his body to help her, then slipped her coat off.
He wore a V-neck wool sweater with a T-shirt underneath.She pushed both garments up to expose his abs and ran her hands along the ridges of his flesh.Damn, he was ripped.
He groaned but didn’t break the kiss.He pushed his hands up the back of her cashmere sweater and found the clasp of her bra.It came free almost immediately, and he skimmed his palms over her flesh, traveling beneath her arms and finding the curve of her breasts.Coming up under her bra, he cupped her.He dragged his thumbs over her nipples, drawing them to stiff points.She arched into his touch, moaning again.
Desire swirled through her.She unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down.Thrusting her hand inside his boxer briefs, she found his cock, hot and already wet at the tip.
She abruptly pulled her mouth from his and dropped to her knees.She tugged his jeans and underwear down over his hips.Cupping his balls and encircling the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger, she guided him into her eager mouth.She wrapped her other hand around his hip, her fingers digging into his flesh.
He said her name, a hoarse whisper, over and over as she sucked him.His hips moved with her, his cock gliding over her tongue.She tightened her grip on him—not too hard, but enough to make him groan and clasp the back of her head.
“Oh my God, Crystal.I am going to come.”
She pulled her mouth off him with a pop.“No, you’re not.I remember the other night.You’re a marathoner.”
He laughed.“That was after a lot of alcohol.I don’t usually last quite that long.”
She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes.“Wimp.”
He arched a brow.“I’ll show you wimpy.”He kicked off his shoes and wriggled the rest of the way out of his jeans and boxer briefs, then swept her into his arms as if she were a pile of laundry.
She squealed.“That’s a nice look.The naked lower half with the socks.”
“Thank you.”He carried her into the kitchen and paused.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.“What’s wrong?”
“I’m trying to decide.Counter, table, sofa, floor, or the boring bed.”
“We’ve already done counter and sofa.”The wine cellar counter and one of the leather couches in the game room.
“We also did the bed.”His eyes locked with hers.“Did you forget?”
How could she?“Definitely not.”That portion had been particularly fantastic, but then it had been the culmination of their endeavors.In retrospect, she wasn’t surehowhe’d managed to last that long.Her gaze dipped to his unfortunately covered chest.“Are you chemically enhanced?”
His laughter curled around her again.“No.But I guess that settles whether you think I’m a wimp.”
“God, no.”She wasn’t light—she had a lot of muscle on her frame—and yet he held her without effort.“So where are we going?”
“Bed.”He carried her into the bedroom.“You want to strip for me, or do you trust me to take your clothes off?”
